But aren't we all like snowflakes, in a way? Each of us distinct and carefully designed.
But there is more-- I have slowly learned, probably from being humbled so many (many!) times, that I can fail. I am forgiven if I don't handle every situation or challenge in life perfectly. I am forgiven if my husband-to-be runs off before the wedding (yes, that did happen to me.) I am forgiven if I am fired from a job (yup, to my type-A personality dismay, that happened to me, too.) I am forgiven even if my son has horrifying behavior that makes heads turn everywhere we go. I am forgiven if my house is a mess (still working on believing that one.) I am forgiven if I admit that I have suffered from depression. I still am loved by those who authentically care about me, and by God-- DESPITE myself.
Also, I have gratitude for the dirt. Because I have been through that dark tunnel of hopelessness called "depression", I can relate better to my son T and to many types of people. He may not suffer from depression (we aren't sure), but what is going on in his mind at times causes him isolation, alienation and pain. Being misunderstood hurts. And so I guess I am thankful for getting "mentally ill" in my life. I get it. I have sadly hidden this stuff from most people. This last month I realized that hiding me is not ok. I am made this way for a reason. Not to hide. My three kids need a parent who does not hide.
I am certain that God put me, my son T, and every other person on this earth here with absolute intention. Every hair on our heads. But we will never know the fullness of that intention if we hide from who we are. All facets of ourselves. I'm blessed today that my son T has taught me to see his pattern clearly, with all of its unique "special" needs and gifts. My daughter and middle son too are unique in striking ways that I could miss if I forget to stop and carefully observe. Because I am blessed by their lives, and all that they have taught me so far, I can see myself a little bit more clearly. And so we stick together.
I pray that I, and you, (and I suppose everyone) could move toward being more of whom we are truly created to be. And in doing so, that we could accept the mystery that God has created in the people around us, in all of their weaknesses and strengths. I pray for less judgement, less labels. More acceptance, humbleness, and people who stick.